poema

Na realidade, na imaginação
Na aventura do poder e da razão
Vivemos afastados de nós
Na designação do apontar numa mão

Corremos nos dias que passam
Num tempo ulterior
Tacteados pelo dedilhar de um piano
Inspirando

Presos num concerto de alma
Corporalmente invertidos
Numa dança inerta

an invisible man in a invisible world

Hi.

It flashes down to me and i got my myself thinking.
Rush. The look i get for the speed in your eyes.

Where's my lighthouse? 35 minutes in a walk outside gives enough time to wander, and look for unseen sites. In a grasp grab a future to be found. And questioning this visibility got me to here.

Visibility is not our choice, it's others people need. Don't get confused here. I think we are what we, in our piramyd level, decide to be.

More on piramyds another time. Two days ago, in my nowadays "forced" walk, while being constrained by a couple of sunbeams, noticed a painting of white clouds in sky. Got myself to an halt and retained a quick breath of almost fresh air. It feeled great and it's those moments, that will be forgotten, that makes all the difference.

Return to present. is Human invisible? Has an entity, we already don't have time for each other. If we battle for others, it us that lose ground, if it the other way around, we battle for opacity.

Balance.